Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.